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i crused around the island on a little motorbike that i borrowed from my
friend victor. it is really nice to feel the carrabean wind in your face
while you drive, until you meet one of the many kamikaze-drivers passing
you while their sidemirror gently brushes along your sleve at 120 km/h. here i found a fender on the beach, i took it along on the bike for larry, an american sailor. |
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there were a lot of things to be found once you were on a beach off the beaten track... |
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up side down. every day there are these spiky ballfishes on the beach, and the vultures eat their eyes early in the morning. |
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on the north side of the island the constant wind makes kiters paradise! |
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pelicans everywhere. every little boat filled first with the birds, than with their leftovers. pelicans are excellent divers, spotting their pray from above, they dive down in the water to catch it. they have a success rate of about 80%, and eventually their constant hitting of the water surface with at speed makes them blind, and then they starve. |
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i might have got a bit too much sun. |
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local chicken. |
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one of the nummerous wrecks waiting for a merciful death, kept afloat by a bilge pump. this boat was owned by some poor soul sitting in a venecuelian prision for getting tempted to make a quick dollar by sailing cocaine out. i heard he got 12 years. |
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the warden in a local museum. |
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by getting older i have modified my standart of living on the travels. in stead of sleeping on the beach as i used to, i had a beautiful 5-star appartement. this was the view from the balcony... |
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... and the pool right on the beach. |
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local boatbuilder build their typical boats all over the island. |
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the horse is dead. long live the whores! |